Your Kinky Dream

Your Kinky Dream
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"I'm into restraints and bondage . The feeling of not being able to move or fight against what is being done to me really turns me on. A fantasy of mine is to be completely tied up and be given orgasms nonstop ."
"I'm poly and have a few different kink styles that I really enjoy with various partners ( impact play, primal biting/clawing, a bit of a bimbo fetish at times , etc.). One thing that has really been doing it for me lately has been a form of erotic hypnosis . My partner puts me in a light trance and 'programs' me to focus exclusively on getting my pleasure from serving him."
"Bondage and being tied up really turns me on. A recurring sex fantasy is being locked into one of these in a frat house living room , while the hot frat guys take turns using my holes."
"I really enjoy breath play (choking), pain play (spanking, flogging, etc.), I love bondage, blindfolds, and gags . I also get off on the thought of people watching me but I have never gotten to play with this fantasy outside of my mind. More than anything though I love pleasuring my partner(s) so I am up to try almost anything and everything."
"Not necessarily DD/lg but just a daddy kink . Also being choked, spanked, and having my hair pulled ."
"I've been having sex with the same man for 23 years, so we most definitely experiment to keep those home fires burning bright. More recently, we've dabbled in choking and bondage . I don't know if it's a 'power' thing, but I've never experienced orgasms the way I do when his hands are around my throat and he's calling me his 'little whore'. It's indescribable!"
"I'm into polyandry , as in one woman and two men . Preferably all three in a relationship together."
"I'm really into moderate BDSM , meaning DD/lg, spanking (paddle, belt, hands, and flogger) nipple clamps, choking, being slapped, bondage, gags , etc. I'm also a submissive."
"My boyfriend and I have handcuffs, bed and door restraints, hog ties, a variety of gags and blindfolds, whips, and paddles . We also have dildos, strap-ons, and vibrators . We enjoy using food during sex but not so often as it tends to be a little harder to clear up after! We change between submissive and dominant roles regularly. As much kink as we have, we still love vanilla sex in our relationship."
"Personally for me I like a Dom/sub relationship in the bedroom, preferably with someone else who is a switch so we can both take turns. Along with this is spanking, and bondage , as well as some role-play occasionally. Oh yeah, and wax play if we both feel up to it."
" Feet definitely, watersports if i'm in the mood, and spit too."
"I am a sucker for being flogged with wide-fall heavy hide floggers. Crops are fun, and restraints too, or being restrained (held down by my jaw, or face down with a hand on the base of my neck)."
"I'm really into sadism and masochism in a severely rough sex kind of way. I also enjoy being tied up and engaging in certain types of role-play . It took me a long time to come to terms with my kinks, but I'm glad I'm finally able to open up about them."
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You were bored. Bored with life, with work, with being alone. You wanted thrills... passion... excitement.
You also wanted to fulfill your fantasies. Childhood fantasies of being hypnotized like people you saw on television. Teenage visions of wild sex, of being controlled and commanded, becoming the young girl who made herself a wiling sex slave. Adult dreams of exploring BDSM, once you learned what BDSM was, of being tied up and used for someone else's pleasure.
But dreams and fantasies weren't enough for you. You had to go past that and make it real. So you started exploring. Several nights a week, when our friends didn't drag you out of your shell for dinner and drinks, you roamed the Internet for hypnosis-themed chat rooms. Along the way, you devoured stories on websites that specialized in hypnosis-related erotica. It didn't matter if they were well-written or grammatical garbage; you actually "got off" on the idea of being hypnotized into orgasming, and began losing yourself in other peoples' hypno-erotic fantasies by putting yourself into them in your mind.
Before long, however, even that wasn't enough. You started to seek out erotic hypnosis, to see if it really could be done. You roamed the Internet in search of erotic hypnotists. You visited websites and participated in online chats, sometimes receiving subliminal triggers in the process. You entered into video chats with people claiming to be hypnotists, letting yourself be taken under to the point that you masturbated while naked, in front of your webcam, until told to cum. You even called various people on the phone, following their online ads and paying $3.99 a minute or more to be hypno-dominated.
And then... you met Me. A person in your own town whom you had somehow missed on earlier online chats and explorations, who promised to not only hypnotize you but to do so in erotic fashion. Someone who said you would remember not only the sexual pleasure of the moment, but also the thrill of being controlled overall. Though it seemed too good to be true, you dove in face first. After all... I was the answer to your dreams.
You didn't see me that way when we first started talking, however. You were confused because I spent time getting to know you, instead of following your fantasies and somehow immediately taking control of your mind, your body, even your life. You had expected instant enslavement, not conversation. After several weeks of this, you were ready to walk on the whole thing – that is, until I uttered a trigger word that made you instantly wet and excited. That's when you realized I had been "conditioning" you all along without you realizing it. You felt my actions were "sinister" – which made me even more appealing to you. And after experiencing the results of our various "chats," you wanted it even more.
And more I gave you, and not just hypnosis. Having learned about your BDSM fantasies and desires during one of your early trances, I triggered you one night and not only had you strip but mount a St Andrew's Cross. I filmed the whole thing (which you had agreed to beforehand), showing you afterwards how you'd gone naked at my command. As we relaxed after your session, you saw how I used you for my pleasure as you stood restrained to that giant "X," facing outward so my camera could catch the reactions of your face – and more intimate parts of your body – as I partook of your sensuality. Were you angry when you saw this? No, you were crying, tears of joy streaming down your face as you watched some of your wildest dreams turn into reality. As you watched, you began to remember what had happened while under my power... memories that drove you to go farther into your fantasy world.
And more you got, as I delved deeper and deeper into your mind. I pulled your various inhibitions aside, locking them away, leaving us with your dreams and desires. As we went along, I also nurtured various drives that you had long denied, the ones to serve and obey. I made them grow, and with each session moved them closer and closer to center of your existence. And the thing is – you knew I was doing this, and readily drank it all in like an alcoholic with a brand-new bottle of whiskey. I became your addiction, your drug of choice, to the point that you shrugged off your own warnings as well as those of the few friends who knew what you were doing. Even when I tried to slow you down, you kept wanting more.
So I obliged you, taking you deeper and deeper, getting to the core of your being. You actively and willingly let me inside your mind, because your fantasy of being hypnotized was being fulfilled each time I dived in. The spirals, the flashing lights, the soothing voice that made you succumb – they all gave you a sexual high that led to our greatest orgasms. Being tied to the cross as you watched my hypnosis videos added to your feelings of helplessness, and increased your willingness to submit. Being ordered to strip after I gave you your session-starting trigger, sometimes equating the increase of my control with the removal of each clothing item, reinforced your desires to be controlled, and controlled by Me.
The thing is... the more I hypnotized and controlled you, the more you obeyed my commands, the less you realized I was also molding you. I changed you, peeling away your various shells to expose your core. You didn't object – you might not have even noticed – because I was repeatedly making you live out your repressed dreams, and even go beyond them. Every move I made, every time you visited My hypnosis studio, every time I triggered you when you were alone at home, you responded by giving more of yourself to Me.
As we went along, I made the shells that hide your submissive, obedient core fall away. The things that tell the world you're a loving parent, a lover a wife, a good worker, a vixen, a boss – anything the rest of the world see and identifies you by, I pulled away. Sometimes I knocked them out of your mind with my words; sometimes I made you remove them by associating certain ones with your clothing. One time, your identity and self-knowledge left with your bra, and your freewill and ability to resist fell to the floor with your panties. And when it came time to put those shells back in place and return you to the everyday world, I made sure that you still knew what you were at your core – a slave, complete and total, ready to Obey whenever I summoned you. I even installed "warning responses" for you to use with Me if I ever called you and you weren't in a position to immediately obey, such as being out to dinner with your friends or visiting family. Even a signal that you needed to go home and put your groceries away so they wouldn't spoil, and to keep you from going into trance in the middle of the grocery store, was installed deep in your core so you could keep from revealing your true self to the rest of the world. And if anyone asked what you had been up to, you recited the story I implanted in your mind. You never wavered or got tripped up on the story... because in your mind, it was immutable Truth, planted there by me to live in your mind for as long as I wanted.
You had become my own Matryoshka doll, each shell inside a larger one, and your small, submissive core at the very center. And I could (and did) pull those shells away whenever I wanted, getting to your driving primal desires to submit and be controlled. At first I did so on a regular schedule, as you would visit me every Tuesday evening to delve deeper into erotic hypnosis. Then I began randomly reinforcing you. Sometimes it was simply a phone call late in the evening, just before the time I knew you'd be going to sleep. Or I'd send you a trigger in an instant message while you were chatting, and make you obey me on your computer's camera. Other times, I commanded you to come to my hypnosis studio on a night you weren't going out. During each of these encounters and others, I stripped away your various shells, molding the innermost reaches of your mind and increasing My ability to control you. And to make these changes stick, I gave you on-command orgasms and other sensual / erotic rewards when you obeyed me. I also made you say the same phrase with each order, with each feeling of pleasure, to further reinforce My control – "Yes, my Owner, I Obey." And for you to say those words now is the highest form of pleasure, because it expresses your readiness to be controlled and used.
That is especially true at this moment, as you kneel naked in my hypnosis studio, all your shells removed, your core of Obedience and Submission filling your entire body. But can you describe your body if I tell you to? That part of your identity is gone, a shell cast aside. What's your bra size – 34B? 42DD? 56H? You have no idea. Nor do you know your waist size, your hip size or any of your other measurements. The clothing sizes and styles you buy, the items you wear to look professional, or sexy, or responsible, have fled your mind. All of that is now unimportant, unknown, because that shell is somewhere on the floor behind you, necessary only after you leave this room and my active control.
What are your roles in everyday life? Are you a loving wife, a caring mother? Do you have a husband and / or kids? Are you someone's lover, either openly or in secret? What sort of employee you are, and where do you work? What are your politics? All of this has fled your mind, on another Matryoshka shell sitting discarded somewhere nearby. And you don't miss any of it, because you're fulfilling your hypnosis fantasy.
What, pray tell, is your sexual orientation? Are you a straight woman? Could it be that you're secretly lesbian, and using your hypno-erotic fantasies to satisfy those desires without anyone knowing? Are you openly bi-sexual? Are you possibly even trans-gender, a man trapped in a woman's body? This part of you is far from your mind, because it belongs in a shell that no longer matters. All that is important now is that you give your body in service of Me, obeying My every command.
And just who is it that you're obeying? When your shells are in place, you know who is summoning you to once again Obey... and you respond as appropriate. But now, with everything but your true core cast aside, you have no conscious idea of who I am. I could be a man or a woman; it doesn't matter. What's important for you is Obedience, and the pleasure you get from it. I could tell you to crawl across a floor of broken glass to bury your face in another woman's pussy, and you'd do it without question. At any Command, your own bare-shaven, non-tanned pussy wetly burns with the Obedient desire that makes your head spin and your brown nipples harden and stand out from the milky white skin of your breasts, themselves standing out from your fake-bake tanned skin. Nipples and pussy that stand ready to be used however I might desire, no matter who I might be. Because now, I am Command... I am CONTROL... I am your will, your mind, your knowledge. I am your fantasy, come to life beyond anything you ever dreamed of.
Then comes the biggest question – who are you? What is your name? Are you Sara, perhaps? Elizabeth or Liz or Beth? Kim or Kimberly? Angela or Angie? Maybe even a not-so-common name like Logan or Hunter, perhaps? The truth is, you don't know, and at the moment you don't care. The only "identity" that you care about is this – SLAVE. Specifically, SLAVE F-21. Does that mean you're My 21st female slave? Do I have male slaves as well? None of that matters to you now, physically and mentally stripped down as you are to your core slavery. All that matters is Service and Obedience, the two things that lead you to ultimate sexual pleasure. Pleasure that you reinforce with the phrase, "Yes, My Owner, I Obey."
Are the two of us alone here, or is there someone else with us? Until I tell you, you have no idea who might be with us, or any concern or care. There might be another Controller here, either male or female, that you could be told to Serve and Please. There could be another slave that would join you in Service. That slave might even be one of your friends, someone who stumbled across one of your links to me and started snooping, only to fall under my control and join you in your Ultimate Submission. And unless I allow it, you would have no memory of them, or anything else that happens during my Deep Control of you.
Because that is what you are now, SLAVE F-21. A total, complete slave, far deeper than anything you imagined when you started down this road. What mental warnings you had, you cast aside before they could ring, because you wanted to be Controlled and Commanded. And the more hypnosis you experienced, the more you wanted. Those desires led you to where you are now, a woman with no identity beyond her enslavement, waiting with a burning wet pussy and hardened nipples for that next command – any command – because it will make you feel pleasure at Obeying. What say you to all of this, SLAVE F-21? Are you ready to again Serve?
I loved it but the moment I saw the name Elizabeth that made me love it ten times more. if you could not guess my name is Elizabeth
Awesome store would love for it to be true
If only it were true and not a story. Very well written.
Can I please be your slave? I already feel like I am
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